"One day, when it is time to stand before my God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and that I could say… 'I used everything you gave me.'" ~ Erma Bombeck

A producer is a rare, paradoxical genius: hard-headed, soft-hearted, cautious, reckless, a hopeful innocent in fair weather, a stern pilot in stormy weather, a mathematician who prefers to ignore the laws of mathematics and trust intuition, an idealist, a realist, a practical dreamer, a sophisticated gambler, a stage-struck child. That’s a producer.

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Sometime before the sun was scheduled to rise, the rain began, coming down pretty hard. When Jose left for school at 7:45am, I could hear it pounding on the deck outside my bedroom window. Finally, at 9:10am, it has subsided. The skies are grey, and the wind blowing steadily. The backyard, however, is beautiful with a lush green; the tree branches, heavy with moisture, bow low.

I have about ten emails that require my response, and am waiting on several more to confirm items before I can respond to the ones already waiting on my response.

I have several things to prepare for this week, and must get moving.

Storms are likely throughout the day, but we are assured that there will be moments throughout the day when the sunshine will peak through!